I'm a constellation trying to make out with you
My eyes write a book on you that you will never read
I try to concentrate
But it's just so hard with you around
And so I stand in line and wait for you to show
Twenty-five thousand words to make you see that I still care
But you never seem to have the time to hear me out
I'm sleeping by the phone
I'm waiting for you to come home
I try to translate my feelings
Can't you tell?